Pink is Only a Colour
She is blonde
She has blue eyes
She wears pink
She is friendly, open
She is seven
She is hurt
In ways a child should not know
By a trusted friend's grandfather
Grandfathers are always kind, right?
I carry an ache in my hips
It sings sweet songs in the voice of a friend
That turn into screams only the child can hear
Blue and grey and bigger than me
Faded work clothes
The child, caught
Silent with fear
Smash and destroy!
But, no, it has long since rusted away
The woman carries still that ache in her hips
In her heart
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